Jesus Is Coming Soon
Allot of clatter
The
Bible is filled with information about the second coming of Christ and
there is much chatter these days speculating the when, why and how.
Allot of this clatter is often argumentative and even mean spirited.
Many people seem to be more interested in the “event” of Christ’s return than Christ Himself.
The following poem is my attempt to give a simple perspective of what is important about the return of Christ.
The following poem is my attempt to give a simple perspective of what is important about the return of Christ.
I ponder about
So many thoughts
Some more, some less
It is there He says,
But I couldn’t see it
He says again,
It is there,
It is really there
I keep looking, looking
He says listen
I say I can’t hear
Louder please, louder
There is clatter everywhere
Everyone talking
Everyone saying this is it
Or this is that
Still others’ say wrong,
Wrong and wrong again
Bla, bla, bla and more bla
What does it mean?
Why is everyone so mean?
So many thoughts
Some more, some less
It is there He says,
But I couldn’t see it
He says again,
It is there,
It is really there
I keep looking, looking
He says listen
I say I can’t hear
Louder please, louder
There is clatter everywhere
Everyone talking
Everyone saying this is it
Or this is that
Still others’ say wrong,
Wrong and wrong again
Bla, bla, bla and more bla
What does it mean?
Why is everyone so mean?
He says, I am the song
Listen, look and learn
But the clatter continues
Everyone argues
My way, the right way
Be sure you don’t burn
He says keep watch,
I am still the way
I can come most any day
Only when,
I cannot say
Don’t give worry of how,
What or why;
Just know this,
For you, my tears cry
Be not confused by matters small
Just be assured I will come for all
Yes, it’s me who died upon that tree
So as you look,
Through the forest so tall
Do not miss,
The return of me
©Copyright 2012 Dr. Lee W. Outlaw III
Listen, look and learn
But the clatter continues
Everyone argues
My way, the right way
Be sure you don’t burn
He says keep watch,
I am still the way
I can come most any day
Only when,
I cannot say
Don’t give worry of how,
What or why;
Just know this,
For you, my tears cry
Be not confused by matters small
Just be assured I will come for all
Yes, it’s me who died upon that tree
So as you look,
Through the forest so tall
Do not miss,
The return of me
©Copyright 2012 Dr. Lee W. Outlaw III
1 comment:
Dr. Lee.. I loved your poem... cant see the forest because of the trees. and that's how it is with Christ.
god Bless you Dr. Lee.
Debbie
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